Mama For Mikaela
DUA
Segara decided not to ask about the smoke that turned out to be Pamela swallowed. He switched to asking something else. “There is a smooking room in each workspace of each division, why bother coming here?”
Unlike Pamela who has smoked her cigarettes many times, Segara is still reluctant to light hers. The white object was only he played on the sidelines of the fingers twisted, occasionally flushed and then again he let it quiet as before.
“What are you doing here yourself? In your private room, you can even freely want to do aja.” Pamela glanced at Segara. He saw a flat expression on Segara's face that did not change at all.
“Server. I'm dizzy looking at the files on the table.” Segara chuckles.
Pamela just nodded. Trying to understand the current state of Segara. The man initially spent time taking care of his only daughter, Michaela. And now, all of a sudden he was given the mandate to take care of a company of this size. It was natural for the man to feel a little depressed.
“Mikha how are you?” ask Pamela again. Suddenly he remembered the only princess Segara who was only 4 years old. It had been a long time since he had met that adorable boy. The last time was probably 2 months ago, when he and his father came to the hospital to visit Damian.
“She’s good. Never fussy even though I often come home late lately.”
“You need a nanny for Micah, don't you?” tawar Pamela suddenly, making Segara who was originally staring straight ahead, at the ranks of skyscrapers across from them, turned his head.
“I can still handle.”
The answer made Pamela laugh. Stupid indeed he offered help to Segara. He forgets, that there is a principle of life that the man has always held firm from the beginning; while it can be done alone, do not trouble others.
“But, Mel,”
“Why?”
A few moments quiet. Pamela and Segara looked at each other, busy guessing the intent of each other's gaze. Their eye contact was only cut off when Segara suddenly shifted his gaze after sighing.
Pamela's forehead wrinkled, astonished because Segara did not usually behave like this. The country he knew was always able to say whatever was in his head firmly, without hesitation. But this time, the man seemed to think a lot.
“Heh! Why?” tagih Pamela while hitting Segara's shoulder slowly.
“Nothing “ Segara is still staring straight ahead.
“Not very clear, deh.” Pamela cumulates. He glimpsed the clock on his left wrist, then replaced him who sighed. It's been 1 in 2 minutes. Why does time seem to pass when he is with Segara? It was as if the universe did not allow him to linger to enjoy the moment together with the man who had filled his heart for many years.
“I have to get back to work. See you, greetings to Micah.” Pamela put out her half-smoked cigarette, left her butts on the concrete barrier and patted Segara's back slowly before walking away from the man.
Not until his feet were at the door, Segara suddenly called out his name, making him turn around quickly.
Pamela just smiled. When he turned around to continue his steps, his smile faded. There was a pain that crawled his chest, making it tight as if the cigarette smoke he had smoked minutes ago had an effect on his lungs just now.
She should have been happy to have Segara warned her about the dangers of smoking. But considering the fact that the man cared about her was only limited to being friends, making his heart ache. Her unrequited love is utterly torturous, and Pamela still lacks the courage to express her feelings.
You idiot! Pamela curses herself—for anything she has done and hasn't done. His steps widened, descending the stairs in a hurry while trying to expel everything that disturbed his mind.
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Half nine o'clock in the night. Segara is still busy with the files on the table. A few minutes ago, the housekeeper he had tapped to keep Micah on the phone, reported that the boy had just fallen asleep. There was an unpleasant feeling when Segara again had to let his only child sleep without him. Though for 4 years, Segara never absent in monitoring every growth and development of the princess.
After putting signatures on the last contract file, Segara closed the black map and began to tidy up one by one the files scattered on the table. The movement of his hands then stopped when his eyes accidentally saw a piece of photo tucked between the files he was cleaning.
It was a photo of his late wife—Karenina Seruni Halim— who had been killed in a consecutive accident 4 years ago, when Micah was only 2 months old.
Losing someone dear for good always leaves a scar that is difficult to heal. So too with Segara. Losing Karenina made it seem like losing half a soul. He may have acted recklessly by following his beloved wife had his sane mind not brought him back to remember Micah's fate.
“Mikha is too small to be an orphan. You may have lost a wife, but Micah has lost a mother whose face has not even been immortalized in memory. Don't add new wounds to Micah.”
It was a sentence Segara said to himself while he was down. The sentence he first uttered when he almost took his own life by jumping from a deserted pedestrian bridge.
It was 2 in the morning. He slipped out of the house under the pretext of wanting to jog and entrusted Micah to his mother, Margaretha. But somehow, he ended up on a pedestrian bridge with a noisy head contents telling him to jump immediately.
Fortunately his sane mind was still working. Otherwise, somehow Micah's fate is now.
“You're happy there, Honey?” she asked Karenina who looked sweetly smiling in the photo. His little eyes seemed to be smiling as the corners of his lips lifted upwards. Well-favoured. I don't know if there is a more appropriate word to describe the figure of Karenina besides the word beautiful.
“Mikha grew up to be a beautiful and intelligent child. Last week, two started whining to buy a bike, but I didn't love him for worrying that he would fall while playing without my supervision.” He chuckles. Remembering Micah's cute face that was crashing all day because he refused to buy the boy a 4-wheeled bicycle.
“She's a henchman, but if you've been craving, pardon deh ... Eleven twelve very much with you, difficult to persuade.” His sister chuckled softly. Segara always tried to be tough when he invited Karenina to chat. But in the end, that fake smile remained faded as well. He couldn't lie that the wound over Karenina's departure was still so wet—and he needed more time to take care of her.
“Sorry to me, Ren. Sorry I failed to protect you.” He glanced, holding his chest that again felt tight.
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